The conversation surrounding Jessica and Carol's respective "potential" weight gains was dropped shortly thereafter. Neither of them was ready to acknowledge the flabby starter guts they were growing, nor were they going to point them out to the other, so there was no reason to continue along that thread. There was a little voice in the back of Jessica's head that was concerned how Carol had noticed any sort of change, but that voice was easily drowned out by the deluge of delectable desserts Jessica began devouring.
And what a deluge it was. While Jessica didn't end up ordering that fourth burger after all, it had less to do with her hunger being sated so much as her cravings skewing more sweet than savory. Finishing her milkshake left her feeling like she wanted another, which got her thinking about getting some ice cream, and y'know, a brownie or two would go great with all of that, plus this restaurant had a deal where you could get a free cookie if you got a combo, and ooh, it'd been a while since she's had a slice of pie from this place...
Dessert was a veritable feast in and of itself with an order like that, and Jessica would've eaten all of it by herself had it not been for one factor: Carol Danvers.
Carol, for her part, wasn't as hungry as Jessica. And though she hadn't gained a lot of weight, she did still need to get back in shape. Even still, three months was a long time to be away from home, and the pie here was really good. Surely, a slice couldn't hurt. And, ooh, that ice cream looks really good, and, hey, what's a better combo with pie than a scoop of vanilla? That brownie might be pushing it, but it looks really tasty. Maybe just a bite. Or two...
And so on and so forth.
The two friends barely exchanged a word as they ate, other than Carol occasionally asking if she could try something. Their bellies grew fuller and rounder, stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of their desire, until at last, the dishes had ended and their cravings had waned. Jessica and Carol hugged each other goodbye, careful to make room for their engorged and sensitive midriffs, before heading back to their respective homes, their thoughts drifting to the pleasures of the meal they just had.
***
Later that night...
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